No one could have guessed, least of all she, that her employer's son would take notice of a plain, little kitchen girl. There was an instant connection between them. Of course, she'd never have dared to act on it. But, suddenly, the daily dance had become the thing she busied herself with to distract her thoughts from him, rather than from the mystery that was her own tale. Stolen glances and subtle smiles became the reason she sprang from her cot each morning. Weeks passed, and still neither had the nerve to voice their feelings.
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